I think I’m barely doing okay on money so I took the Imperial Stout down the road to a Walmart to purchase a couple of pillows for my bed. When I go to places like that, I usually take their lithium powered buggies like old people use. I bought my stuff and pulled outside close to the Stout to load my bag. A lady came out and asked me if I was done with the buggy. I thought I was, so gave her the buggy. I packed my bag but didn’t see my phone. I hightailed it back into Walmart but couldn’t find the lady. I looked everywhere (on foot), including the cashier but she was nowhere to be found. I somehow made it home with no GPS and sent as many alerts as possible with no internet or phone of my own. I sure as hell didn’t want to contact Mom or Kirsten again but they had sent me a life 360 invite a day or so again which I’d accepted. Phoning that Walmart wasn’t getting me anywhere at all, so I’d accepted the possibility of finding my way to a T mobile store to but yet another phone when I had not yet finished purchasing the phone that Byron stole and chucked one day.
I gave it about an hour before riding back out to Walmart while making careful mental notes of all intersections used. I passed the same two people at the front door and made my way back to the Customer Center again. They had it. The ride home was easier. I then let a roommate give it a spin. I’ve lost or had stolen more things than I can count right now. Of course, me being me and losing something important every day, week, month or half decade; I went to lock the bike back up again from my oversized key ring and noticed a key fly off into the grass. It took more than a few minutes to find it but I think I have one more workable key on that battery. If not; paying for a locksmith would have sucked but at least I had my phone again and maybe enough money to at least pull that battery which I have two of because of my brain damage.
I then told Carlos how I would periodically take trips from my Conyers home to pick up smokes, even vodka and some other things for roommates there with a 100% fee for doing so. I told Carlos that he will be welcome again to pick something up at a Kroger or something and that there would be no fee or I’d take the trip myself. Ill just loan a battery that I have two keys for and go from there. Of course Carlos is black, so the chances of him doing something that I wouldn’t be tempted to might be greater than I’d like but I’d risk that in order to be who I like to be and live in a home where people are getting along well, Sugarbelle. That inclination might cost me one day but the idea of living another way would cost me more. I am a gambler and I’ll take those odds. I’ll win.
In the meantime, I will struggle mightily. I can’t even follow directions on how to set a featured image on this somanabitchin post but I’m tired now and it’s getting late. I’ll figure it out soon enough but I’m happy to be back on WordPress where things used to make sense. They will.